Page 29 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

On this point, she’s very confident, as she should be. Her plan has worked out better than she even hoped it would.

He gestures for her to follow him, and I stay close, with my brothers right behind me, and the lawyer completing the train.

Luckily, he takes us away from the cell, to a small hearing room.

A stern-looking judge is behind a raised desk, and he gives us a fierce look.

“This is the truck theft case?” he asks his clerk.

“Yes, sir.”

“Hmm.” He looks at us, then at the folder in front of him.

Thisguy is a diehard romantic?

I’m glad we have a good lawyer as a backup.

I can feel Trick staring at me, thinking the same thing.

“Young lady, step forward.”

Daisy doesn’t hesitate. She approaches the bench. “Yes, Your Honor?”

She’s so beautiful. Back straight, head held high. Through the thin layers of her sundress, I can see the faint outline of a clean pair of white panties that I helped her step into right before we left that seedy motel room where I made her my wife in spirit and in my soul.

Right now, my seed is soaking those panties. If this hearing takes too long, it’ll start to spill down her pretty thighs.

My cock twitches, ready to breed her for the third time this morning.

Daisy, though, is all business.

She hands over the keys to the truck she borrowed. “I know it was wrong to take the truck without asking,” she says. “But I was scared of what I might face in the morning. They thought I’d made eyes at their ranch hand, sir, and I didn’t, I swear.”

I grunt and take a step forward, because I didn’t know that part of it, and I’m furious all over again at her so-called parents.

But Daisy just gives me a soft smile and continues talking. “I’ve never been tempted by a cowboy, not until…”

When she trails off, the judge leans forward, his gaze softening. “Until what, young lady?”

“Until I stopped driving, just long enough to figure out where the heck I was, and the most handsome man I’d ever seen stumbled out of a road house and landed splat on the hood of the truck.”

“You don’t say.” The judge relaxes and waves his hand. “And then what happened?”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

Fuck.

Good, maybe the old man is a romantic after all.

She explains the entire story, all of it, leaving out only the dirtiest parts, and glossing over some other points to make them more court-appropriate.

But she doesn’t leave out any part of our unexpected chemistry. She tells him how she tried to wake me up repeatedly when we got to the motel. How she finally took getting the license into her own hands because time was running out.

How I held her when she was scared in the jail cell.

How I stood up for her.

And through all of it, she doesn't have to lie.

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